My whole life through;
Things to go unforgotten till I am dead;
But the hundredfold, adorable ways of you,
The tilt of your chin for laughter, the turn of your head,
That I loved, that I knew——
Oh, while I fed on the dreams of them, these have fled!
Words which no time can touch are my life's refrain;
But each picture flies——
All that was left to hold till I meet you again!
Your mouth's deep curve, your brows where the shadow lies,